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Chapter 6 Part 4
December 25th, 2012
Evening
Damon
“Would you like my coat?” I can see my breath as I talk, swirling towards her face, copper escaping from beneath a hirsute wool fiddler cap. She’s already got on one of my coats, my favourite one at that. A tartan emerald trench, faded brass buttons and structured shoulders far too broad for her.
“You’re sweet, I don’t need two.” Those bright eyes stare into mine for only a moment before she’s occupied with her feet again. I just want her to look at me, if only to see the blazing blue peering up as my middle finger curls inside of her. Part of me still thinks it’s all a dream.
“I was hoping you would refuse so that I could do this,” I scoot along the porch, circling those narrow shoulders with an arm and tugging the woman flush into my side. It’s a great deal warmer like this. Wrapped up like we’re back in bed. And a great deal easier to pretend we’r
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